The Sermons of Congregation

[Seath]

The ship had touched down outside a large village of Ansion, a member of the Unity Council resided here as it's leader and Seath wanted to indoctrinate him. Before this, however, Ken came to the little ball of energy as he bobbed up and down in his chamber. Ken was a beautiful woman of a young age, blonde hair and green eyes. She had become his vessel with promises of grandeur and oneness with the Force when she found her end.
"My lord, we have arrived and the followers are beginning to set up." She said as she entered.

Ken was the only being allowed to enter without needing to knock or be granted permission of a audience. Seath had begun to take a liking to her, and had made her the body to which he possessed and would communicate through. While those on the ship understood what he was to an extent as they were once apart of the Sith, regular people without understanding of the Force would find a talking ball of energy to be...less than appealing.

"Good. My saint, you must prepare yourself now, soon I will talk through you." Seath replied as he turned to face her, though to human girl, she would not see such movements.

There was a hesitation for a moment in Ken, Seath could feel this. She was scared.

"Lord Seath, I-"

"Scared, my child, I know." Seath cut her off.

After possessing the Sith Lord and feeding off his knowledge, Seath had begun to understand a many great things. Manikin was ignorant, though. His Sith ways could not grant him the power he wanted, but Seath knew how to get it. Never again would the Derriphan allow someone to use him again for their own means.

"Lay on the bed Saint Ken, and close your eyes. Relax yourself and clear your mind of all feelings. Soon, you will become with the Force, one with me. All will be made clear, and you feel nothing but at peace. The Sith thought to use you as a tool for their empire, but I will bring you to the Force, to me, properly." He spoke to her calmly.

What the woman did not know was that soon, she would be a mindless shell for him to use. All her power, knowledge and experience would become his own. Ken's personality, thoughts, and dreams would be consumed by the Derriphan and there would only be Seath left.

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Outside the ship, the once acolytes began to set up a stage for Saint Ken to stand upon with a sound system prepared to help project her voice to the crowd that would soon show up. Seath had promised them all a true understanding of the Force, of himself. First, however, they would have to save as many souls as possible from the teachings of taboo orders. Many of the followers were beginning to come up with names for the small congregation they were beginning to form: Followers of Seath, Order of the Force, the Mono Covenant. None of it really stuck but the discussion between them all continued when moving. All of the followers were robes of black and white and hoods over their heads.

A member of the following was sent into the village to announce a visitor with a grand presentation. Nothing was being sold, nothing was wanted, no catches and hidden fees. Only their ears and time was requested. It did not take long for a small group to follow back with the member, benches were set out for them to sit on and water was given to them to drink. The followers noticed many were whispering in bewilderment and confusion, but there was a hint of curiosity and excitement in the air they could all feel. Seath had told them that feeling was the power of the Force, of him, pulling them in, and opening their minds to the true oneness of the Force.

 

[Seath]

Ken had gone into a deep meditation as Seath hovered over her with preparation to turn this poor woman into nothing but a shell, a skin for him, a mask. When he believed her to be in her most exposed state, the Derriphan moved into, morphing into her body, passing through skin, muscle and bone. He entered into a new realm of the galaxy, a spiritual realm. There, he saw Ken's own being, calm and relax.

"My lord! Is this what it is like to be one with you?" She asked with surprise.

If Seath could smile the woman before him would know that this was in fact just a trap, and that she was in mortal danger.

"Yes, my child, this is it." He replied, but this time with a more sinister tone than he had ever expressed to his saint.

It took her a moment to realize what was going on, to take the hint in his voice. Ken opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Laughter erupted from Seath and filled the space around them. Seath moved to Ken, his arcs of energy wrapping around her spirit as he began to consume her very being. Seconds later Ken's eyes opened, but it was not she who saw through them, but Seath. When he spoke, it was with her vocal cords that produced a soft and appealing tone. He stood the body up, looking into the mirror before him. A smirk crossed the face of Ken as Seath was pleased with this.

"Time to harvest my collection."

Seath stepped out the ship moments later, beholding the crowd before him. The essence of Ken was now gone, only Seath remained. He moved over to the stage, stepping up onto it and taking his place near the center where the mic was. The body of Ken stood there for a moment, allowing the crowd to take in her beauty and allure them further before he would speak with her voice. Finally, Seath outstretched his new arms in a welcoming manner, using a friendly demeanor to continue to draw in this crowd.

"Graceful people of Ansion I know this is erupt, and considerably bizarre for you. You do not get many visitors here with this kind of representation, and I understand this must be very confusing, but stay and listen for a moment. Let me educate you on something we, the Covenant, have learned." Seath began his sermon with the best smile he could produce from his vessel.

"For many, many years the Force has been with us. Some of you know what this power is, and some of you have only heard of it. Then there are very few of you who can feel it course through your body. Do not envy them, those who can not feel it as such. The Force touches and flows through all living beings, and grants it's blessings to all in it's own ways."

Seath turned the head of Ken to look at his followers who had positioned themselves around the stage, one act as bodyguard, and another as representation of loyalty.

"Our leader, our messiah, has shown us the truth that the dominate organisations deny and rebuke over and over. The Jedi rebuke emotions, remove themselves from the world and believe they are better for it. The SIth overpower with raw feelings, use fear and only fear, and think themselves the better for it. But let me tell you this! They are only halves of the same coin! The Force does not work as a light or dark!" Seath allowed himself to sound excited as he spoke, to express confidence in his words through that of the soft Ken's feminine tone.

"The Force is not discriminate, it does not see castes and positions in life. It only sees it's circuits. The bodies in which is strives through, it's vessels. Do not let the lies of Sith, Jedi, Republic and Imperial bind your mind to such constricted manners of thought! Open your minds and hearts to a larger truth, a truth that sets you free!"

Seath paused for a moment to let this crowd chew on these words. His eyes watched as more from the village came, the crowd produced emotions and feelings throughout the area that were excited and happy. He was drawing them in.

 

[Chaca]

The force was infinitely strange and wondrous. It had a habbit of lining up destinies and weaving a great fabric of diverse energies.

He was drawn here, like most places he journeyed to - though he could never fully explain why. So much was instinctual to him, but perhaps that was ultimately his connection to the force. A force that, in so many ways, he felt alienated from. Some considered him a wound in the force...some simply called him an anomaly. It was all a matter of perspective one would suppose

The small cathar approached the gathering, a strange synchronicity to his fur coloration. It was a perfect compliment to the robes the followers wore. His ivory fur gleamed in the light, black mane falling across his forehead to shadow his eyes as he looked around. He was unarmed and entirely bare, as many furred races preferred to be.

He was small, unassuming, hardly noticed by most who were present. But to powerful force users he could often be an unsettling presence. To a powerful force wielder, Chaca would feel like a gap in space, a hole in existence itself. The tattered edges of the boy's event horizon would waver and fluctuate a few feet from his body in any direction, like a constantly swirling vortex in the force.

In appearance though, he was strange and unusual... But not intimidating in the least. One would guess the boy to be in his early adolescence, with bright blue eyes that shined of innocence.

Chaca was small - shorter than most of the crowd that was now gathering around the priestess. Chaca watched her as she spoke, standing on his tippy-toes to see over the shoulder of a taller citizen. Strangely enough, her words rang true to the boy. Chaca had come to understand that many of the lines drawn in the force, by Sith and Jedi alike, are illusionary. But, even though her words rang true... Something simply felt 'off' to Chaca about this whole situation. Something felt much more...sinister...than what was being seen on the surface. Chaca watched, a man standing next to him holding a baby on one side, an elderly couple on the other. It was a very mixed crowd...most of the village wanted to see what all the commotion was about


[member="Seath"]

 

[Seath]

[member="Chaca"]

The crowd was really starting to grow now, growing more so than Seath had ever expected. So much so that he believed it was time to really kick it into drive on what he was selling to the people of Ansion.

"Our mentor has shown us that the Force will set you free, that it will embrace you after death. The Force created him to show the true way, but fret not! As I mentioned earlier, just because you can not use it, or tap into it, does not mean you are not touched by it. You can still move to the flow of the Force, you can still hear the voice direct you."

Seath stopped once more, though he essentially repeated some of the things he had said earlier, that was how one coerced others into something. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Subtly, slowly, let them hear the words over and over. It was indoctrination at it's best. Seath wish he had something more to give that was physical, something to give his sermon a little bow to it's bang.

"We offer salvation, through the Force, power to walk a greater path than you could ever imagine. Our congregation has a doctrine: The Force is everywhere, and everything. It touches and flows all who will listen. Listen to it, and know who you truly are. The Force will make you whole, will set you free." Seath once more finished, allowing the words to sink in.

 

[Chaca]

Chaca watched and listened intently, though the more words she spoke, the more questions that were raised in his mind. They promised a lot, and their words seemed so very benevolent... Yet listening to this priestess and looking into her eyes, something was very unsettling to Chaca. But, this just made him want to know more. If there was something that interested the small cathar, it was knowledge.

He wanted to know more, to know certain things, but Chaca could be fairly timid, and remained silent. But, as luck would usually have it, Chaca wasn't the only one with questions and soon after Seath paused, a few shouted comments and questions would erupt from the crowd

"Who is your mentor?"

One middle aged woman shouted out from the left side of the crowd. Chatter and conversation spread like fire through the crowd. Another question was called out by a younger man in the crowd afterword, a skeptical tone to his words

"Whats the cost of this salvation?"

Chaca still remained silent, though he was curious what sorts of answers the crowd members would receive

[member="Seath"]

 

[Seath]

Seath in his female skin smiled, once some started asking questions, he knew he had some. Maybe not all of them, but some had already decided to take the step to join. These were fair questions, and it was better they ask, show their curiosity rather than Seath waste his breath explaining it without gaining at least one follower.

"His name is Seath, and while yes I know it does seem a little odd he is not here, it's for a good cause. Understand he has made me his saint, that I may have the power to come to others when he can not. The cost his cheap, and anyone can afford it. You're loyalty, a willingness to learn and allow us to build a small building here to continue teaching those who wish to learn but can not leave off planet. This is it."

In the body of Ken, the Derriphan stepped away from the mic by backing up some. Those who were in the robes, the followers, expressed some abilities in the Force. A planet was presented, wilting but not quite dead yet. Through the Force, a follower was able to spring it back to life. Another built a simple box with screws and various other pins that held together as strong as any house. Very simple yet very important things that expressed what the followers could do.

"Our way makes life easier and peaceful." Seath said without using the mic, but simply using the Force to make the voice travel to the those in the back of the crowd. "Jedi and Sith are too busy destroying, but we...we wish to build."

 

[Chaca]

People were both coming, and going now. To some this all sounded like a cult, and they would have no part of it. Those villagers could be seen turning away and slowly making their way back to the mundane lives they live in this remote settlement.

But, that mundane life caused many of the villagers to hunger. They hungered for more - a life of excitement, fulfillment and meaning... And for this moment, it seemed to many in this crowd that this 'Seath' may offer them just that. Direction and meaning were of the greatest value to many lives, and Chaca was no exception. This priestess spoke of an opportunity for him, an opportunity for him to gain experience from Seath. But Chaca had learned some caution in his experiences, and things still felt... Off

Chaca's mind had begun to drift, though it was quickly snapped back to attention as one of the people in the crowd near him yelled out a question. It was an older man, infirm and in his final years presumably

"What do you mean loyalty?"

The old man asked, the question sounded almost accusational. After all, a lot of factions recruited slaves in just such a way... Tricking them into agreeing to join.

Chaca wanted a closer look at this priestess. Weaving through people, Chaca made his way over to the sideline, attempting to circle around more closely to the front


[member="Seath"]

 

[Seath]

[member="Chaca"]

"We wish to build a strong feeling to be supportive of what we are, a constant want to tell others about us and express the truth of the Force. This is what we meant as loyalty. Again...there is no catch to this." Seath answered.

There was something strange in the crowd, something the Derriphan did not expect to be confronted with on the planet, or in general. There were few words one could use to express the...absence feeling being given. It was both there and not there at the same time. The Force both flowed around and was repulsed by this...being. Seath had heard of this phenomenon, a wound in the Force. This was the time to truly show the power of this group.

"There is one here, one searching for answers. I feel you coming, yet you feel more lost than ever." The body of Ken dropped to the ground.

"Come to me child, let me see you." He beckoned of this being.

 

[Chaca]

A deep understanding of the force, from an unpolarized source of knowledge...Chaca knew how rare and valuable this opportunity could be for him. It may help lead him to some of the answers he has searched for. But he also knew the risks - many of those claiming to be neutralities within the force were actually quite polarized, very often to the dark side. He had been tricked before, he was cautious about being tricked again. But yet opportunity knocked, dare he not answer the call?

Physical contact could often be quite revealing to the small cathar anomaly. When physical contact with another being or object is first made, occasionally for the most fleeting moment a vision, memory, or sensation will imprint upon Chaca. It wasnt exactly what one could call a true connection to the force... but perhaps an echo within the force that would ring across the boundaries of Chaca's existence for that instant.

He hoped he might touch her hand, if only for a moment in greeting. He had no way of knowing if he would be lucky enough to receive any sort of vision, but it would be worth the risk. It would yield useful information in either case

There was of course a risk to everything, and physical contact was something of risk on it's own to Chaca. Powerful force beings, during physical contact with Chaca, would often feel a momentary loss of the force. Such a jarring sensation was often enough to provoke an attack against Chaca, so the small young cathar was always quite guarded about physical contact. Some entities, however, with a strong enough connection to the force would receive a vision or sensation of their own during that moment.

Chaca knew he would need to get in close. Perhaps shake her hand. She would likely greet the villagers after her sermon, perhaps he could meet with her then.

His mouth fell open in surprise as her sermon stopped, and she began to scan the crowd. He could almost tell immediately what it was... Chaca had drawn in too close... And she could feel his presence now..or lack thereof. This alone told Chaca she must be a powerful force user. He swallowed hard, sapphire eyes locked on her, waiting her next words.

He watched her levitate slowly to the ground and look around, speaking about him. The crowd looked around, each trying to determine who she spoke of, but Chaca already knew.

Timidly, the small cathar boy stepped around a few people, shuffling to the front of the crowd, eyes upon him and the priestess now in wonderment. The small cathar was rare in species and appearance, but aside from that he had rarely taken much notice.

His ears were flat, lowered timidly against his head as he glanced around before speaking up

"Is it me, you seek? I'm Chaca"

He asked, eyes slowly lifting to meet Saint Ken's. He slowly held out one hand, after offering his name




[member="Seath"]

 

[Seath]

[member="Chaca"]

As Seath waited, he noticed the being moving forward, if they understood something about them was different then this would be much easier for the Derriphan to control. It was some form of feline humanoid, a being Seath was certain he had seen before many times, but wasnt quite sure what the name of his species was. Cathem? Cathur? It would come to him soon, all he needed was his name, which the person gave graciously.

"Hello Chaca. I am Ken, Saint of the Force. My friend, you ooze want of direction in the Force. Everywhere you go, people feel pain, and lost around you. But I assure you, while you are different that is what makes you amazing." Seath spoke soflty in the female host's feminine voice.

He held out her hand.

"Chaca, I know this seems skeptical, crazy even. But I assure you Seath can help you on a path that will enlighten you and give you meaning that you have searched for this entire time. What do you do Chaca?"

 

[Chaca]

Chaca had no way to see through the guise, or know that Seath secretly watched him. The small cathar boy saw only the priestess, though his instincts were not so convinced.

The small felinesque creature's ears perked up as she spoke of him, seeming to know so very much about him. It was rather amazing to Chaca, though he didn't seem to realize that these were broad statements that could fit many. But this trickery just drew the boy in more. He wanted to learn... He yearned to know... And it felt to him like she may be able to lead him to truth

Seeing the hand offered to him, he remained silent for that moment. This was it, the moment he had waited for. Chaca never knew what to expect in this moment, and he could feel like chills run down his spine.

Slowly he stepped forward, gentile sapphire eyes locked on the outstretched hand that was offered to him. Stopping before the priestess, the boy keeled down and his head lowered as he slowly lifted his hand toward hers. Perhaps, taking a knee, he wouldn't be seen as a threat if she should feel the powers of the force slip away from her with his touch. It would only last those brief moments physical contact is made with Chaca, but sometime that short division from the force was jarring and terrifying enough to provoke an attack against Chaca... The perceived threat.

His fingers actually trembled as he reached, and as connection is made between them, Chaca's whole body would tense a little. What he had seen within his mind was strange to him, wondrous.

His mind tried to process what it was he experienced in that brief time. With a certain innocence, an analogy of a dark secret was processed by his young mind. Tastes...flavors. An array of flavors flashed through his experience, like he was standing in front of a candy vendor, sampling many different treats.

The treats had a glow, like bits of energy. Some shined dark colors, some light. The flavors varied greatly, and with glee Chaca sampled one after the next, bursting to discover. Each shined differently, and tasted unique.

This vision would only echo within him for a fleeting instant, though the impression was made. His fingers would naturally break connection after only a few seconds, allowing him to recollect himself

It was impossible for Chaca to determine if the priestess had received any visions or sensations on contact with him. Individuals could vary greatly, depending upon their personal connection to the force.. Their species, experiences, how open their mind would be.. Almost infinite factors. Chaca has seen a wide spectrum of outcomes, from simple temporary force nullification to intense visions or sensations for that moment.

Slowly looking up, the small cathar would try to read her expression. Would he see that mistrust, that so often accompanied the gaze of force users around Chaca?

"I would like to learn from you, and your Master"


[member="Seath"]